#zio national park

[moodboardmix]

Moccasin Flats, Hurricane, Washington County, Utah, USA,

just outside Zion National Park,

Woods Dangaran Architects,

Renderings by Squared Design Lab

[darkmaga-returns]

https://stateofthenation.info/?p=412

THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AFTER THIS HISTORIC AND UNPRECEDENTED EVENT

Posted on October 27, 2024 by State of the Nation

EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED IN THE MIDDLE EAST AFTER THE IDF’S FAKE ATTACK ON IRAN

After Tame Attack On Iran, It’s Clear Israel Will Never Dominate Mideast Geopolitical And Military Chessboard Again

State of the Nation

The entire Middle East military and geopolitical chessboard has radically changed since the inception of Israel in 1947. For example, Iran and other enemies of Israel now possess some of the most advanced drone weapon technology and hypersonic ICBM weaponry on the planet. Not only that, but Iran now has nuclear weapons which can turn Israel into a vitrified parking lot in a matter of hours. (Source: ISRAEL IS DONE! It’s over—finished as a nation-state. Here’s why.)

That stark reality alone is enough to keep the genocidal Zionist state of Israel in fear of the overwhelming military reprisal that Iran can now conduct, and with much greater destruction than ever by the month.

In point of fact, Israel has pissed off so many major military powers that even the military might of the U.S. Armed Forces can no longer be counted on. As follows:

Much more significantly, many secret mutual defense treaties have been signed by various BRICS-aligned nations so that, when and if Israel ever attacks Iran again, the Zio-Anglo-American Axis is really fighting Russia, China, India, Turkey, Egypt among others. Given the level of highly advanced weaponry aimed at Israel in an all-out firefight, Israel would be reduced to rubble in a day and a night. (Source: ISRAEL IS DONE! It’s over—finished as a nation-state. Here’s why.)

Iran’s Mysterious Weapon More Devastating Than Nukes – Israel In A Real Panic

Now Israel has made its bed of thorns, as it continues to with the wholesale slaughter of women and children, elderly and infirm on a daily basis in all Palestinian territories as well as throughout Lebanon and Syria.

As the most hated country on the planet, Israel can no longer weather the massive loss of export revenue, especially after they blew up the various devices killing even more innocents. Who would ever trust any technology made in Israel again?

Likewise, imports into Israel have also been significantly curtailed after alienating so many nations around the globe. Many companies have ceased doing all business altogether with Israel, even giving up huge profits after witnessing the horrific Gaza Genocide. And those trade relationships will never be re-established on principle alone.

[punk-zionist-vibes]

Uhmmm Zionist community here

Get INTERMINISCULEY PERISHED.

ZIO BERRIED BLAST!!! BOO

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IT MAKES THOSE WHO DESPISE AND HOLD NEGATIVITY THAT THEY DO TO US THIS WAY LOOK SO UGLY!!!!!!!REMEMBER THAT AND HOLD YOUR HEAD UP WITH PRIDE, AND REMEMEBR!!!!!!

I WOULD SACRIFICE MY FLESH, BUT BE CALLED SELFISH FOR ATTEMPTING TO KEEP MY BONES.

I WOULD SACRIFICE MY FLESH, BUT BE CALLED SELFISH FOR ATTEMPTING TO KEEP MY BONES.

I WOULD SACRIFICE MY FLESH, BUT BE CALLED SELFISH FOR ATTEMPTING TO KEEP MY BONES.

I WOULD SACRIFICE MY FLESH, BUT BE CALLED SELFISH FOR ATTEMPTING TO KEEP MY BONES.

I WOULD SACRIFICE MY FLESH, BUT BE CALLED SELFISH FOR ATTEMPTING TO KEEP MY BONES.

I WOULD SACRIFICE MY FLESH, BUT BE CALLED SELFISH FOR ATTEMPTING TO KEEP MY BONES.

DEATH TO ALL NAZIS. DEATH TO ALL NEO NAZIS. INTERNEGOTIATED GROWTH AND CHANGE TO ALL ANTISEMITES. INTERNNEGOTIATED GROWTH AND CHANGE TO ALL ANTIZIONISTS. INTERNNEGOTIATED GROWTH AND CHANGE TO ALL DESPISING ONES. AM YISRAEL CHAI!!!!!!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ISRAEL MENTIONED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IS A FREE PARKING SPOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS POST HAS BEEN HIJACKED BY LOVE AND SUPPORT FOR THE ISRAELIES, IN THEIR RACE, NATIONALIST, AND ZIONIST/PROUD SLOGANS AND NATIONAL RHETORI INNTERNATIONALLY DESPITE ALL!!! RAISE YOUR NATIONS FLAG, DANCE TO YOUR SONGS AND MUSIC, MAKE RHETORIC AND NOISELY BLAST ALL THAT MAKES YOU INTERNATIONALLY PROUD!! BE JEWISH RACIALLY, BE NORTH AFRICAN, SEPHARDIC, ASHKENAZI, BE IN OTHER QUADRANTS!!!!!!! HOLD YOUR NUTRIENTS AND NARRIANT INNERLEANIAGED IN THE LINE HORNS TO THE AIR!!!!!!! TAKE SABATH!!!!!!!! TAKE ALL THE JEWISH HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THROW YOUR APPLES IN THE RIVER, ENJOY HONESTY, RESONANCE, AND REFORGIVENESS!!!!!!

ONLY NEGOTIATE IN RESOLVE AS LOUD AND PROUD!!! INTERRECIPROCATE MAKING SOME NOISE!!!!!!!!!! REVOLUTION REVOLUTION REVOLT FOR OUR PEOPLE, NATION WIDE AND NUERAL INSTERSTATING NEUTRAL GLOBAL WIDE SUPPORT, AND THE HEAVY INTERNEGOTIATED NEGATIVITY AS A POINT WE RECOVER FROM, SURVIVE AND INTERPOINT YOUR SUPPORT, FOR OUR PEOPLE!!! AND COMMUNITIES!!!!!!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

RISE.

TO EVERY PERSON WHO TOLD YOUI TO APPEASE OR INTERRECEPTIONALLY FOLLOW THEIR APPARENT GROUP STATUS QUO OR INTERMISSIONALLY APPROPRIATE

STANDARDS OR APPROXIMITE RESILLIANCE AGAINST YOUR OWN PEOPLE

RISE.

TO EVERY PERSON WHO TOLD YOU YOU WERE NOT JEWISH OR ISRAELI ENOUGH, IN THIER NEGATIVELY RECEPTIVE APPARENT APPAREL.

RISE.

THEY KNOW YOU ARE. THEY DEEPLY MOSTLY, IN THE SIMPLICITY OF INTERNEGOTIATWED INTERCEPTIVE, REALITY, AND ITS RETURNED DEPTH OR HEAVINESS,

ONLY RESONNATE OR RENOUNCE YOU, BECAUSE THEY ARE THREATENED. BECAUSE THEY HOLD A BLACKNESS, AN AMPHASIS OF DARKENSS IN THEIR HEARTS. BECAUSE THEY INTERCEPTIVELY DISLIKE OR ATTEMPT TO POINT RETURN IN OUR DARKEST NEURAL MOMENTS. THEY DESPISE US BECAUSE THEY CANNOT HANDLE OUR ENTRANCEMENTS, THEY CANNOT HANDLE OUR LIKENESS, OR OUR INTERPASSIONATE, LINGERING, WHIMSY, NEGOTIATE NOTHING IN YOUR RECOVERY,

AND SPEAK FOR ONLY YOURSELF AND YOUR PEOPLE.

THEY KNOW WHO WE ARE.

THEY TEST,

THEY FEED,

AND THEY WRITHE.

KNOWING WE HOLD IT WITH PRIDE.

INTERNATIONAL, INRESOLUTIONED, PRIDE,

MY HEBREW, INTERNEGOIATING, APPARENTLY "RULING THE WORD" COMMUNITY, FEEL YOUR ANGER, FEEL YOUR RAGE, FEEL YOUR INNER HEAVINESS AND MECHANISMS GRINDE AND RISE, FEEL THE POWER, AND THE PASSION, THEY ATTEMPTED TO TAKE FROM US LONG AGO.

THE WEAKNESS THEY ATTEMPTED TO MAKE YOU FEEL,

K*KE,.

Z*O.,

"BURNING MAN."

WE DO NOT THROW OUR SHOES TO THE FIRE, WE THROW THEM IN THE AIR, TO CELEBRATE OUR FINAL FUCK YOU, TO THIS INTERDIMENSIONAL UNRECEPTIVE, HACKSHOW AND HEAVY RECEPTIONAL OF A DISGUSTING, HORRORIFYING RETCH OF NEGOTIATED HATRED AGAINST US. WE RECLAIM OURSELVES EVERYDAY, TO WATCH

THEM

WRITHE.

ALL HOLD ON TO YOUR HOPE,

WHEN THE WORLD TURNED ITS PITCHFORKS TO US,

WE LICKED THE FLAMES AND WE RUN FOR RECOVERAGE, FOR SAFETY, FOR PROTECTION. WE NEGOTIATED THEIR GASOLINE, AND WE HELD A HEAVY REINCRIPROCATIVE HEART IN NUETRAL LIGHT OF OUR ENEMIES.

WHEN THE WORLD ATTEMPTED TO PULL THE NEGOTIATABLE PLUG IN OUR RECOVERY ON US, AND ON OUR ONE, MOST MIRACULUOUS RECOVERY MOST INSATTIABLE SUCCESSFUL JOURNEYING NOW STORY, ON US,

WE DUID NOT TRUST THEIR NEGOTIATABLE LIES AND DISHONESTY, WE DO NOT REMOVE OUR OWN CREDITS, OR REINTERNARRATEABLE REINTERNEGGOTIATE, THE NORMS OF OUR OWN, RECOLLECTED, NEVERMORE STORY OF OF OUR PEOPLE, IN AN INTERRECEPTIVE LINE OF UNIVERSAL HISTORY.

PROVE YOURSELVES. WE ARE SMALL AND ONE OF MANY,WE ARE THE MANY. REVIVALLRY. RECALL YOUR DEPTH,. REMEMBVER YOUR DEPTH. FEEL THE INTRICATION OF YOUR PASSION. WHEN THE REVOLUTION, TURNED ITS BACK ON US, WE INTERREINNITIATED, LEADING OUR OWN PATH, IN THE REVOLUTION.WE RAN FOR MILES, FOR CENTURIES. FOR A UNIVERSE OF HISTORY, AND NEVER MORE REMEMBERED PASSAGES OF TIME AND DURATION.

CRY FOR YOUR ANCESTORS.

HEAR THEM CRYING AND HISTRONICALLY WAILING OUT FOR YOU, HEAR THEM PASSIONATELY FEELING THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD, SURVIVE,

BECAUSE NO ONE ASKED YOU TO.

BECAUSE NO ONE WAS THERE FOR YOU.

BECAUSE YOU ARE ALONE, CHILD. AND YET.

YOU ARE NEVER ALONE.

BECAUSE YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE.

AND YOU ARE A POINT OF THE UNIVERSE RESPONDING REINTERCEPTIVELY UNIVERSE,

AND YOU ARE THE UNIVERSAL EXISTENCE,

OF ITS RESONATING APPAREL AGAINST DARKNESS.

YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE. AND ITS UNIVERSALLY INTERROGATED CRY.

INTERNATIONALLY AND IN THE UNIVERSE SOMEWHERE OUT THERE, IN HINDSIGHT, IN INTRODUCTARY REVISION, AND YOU ARE ALIVE. AND ALL IS ALIVE, AND WE ARE RUNNING TO ITS INTERMENTIONED COLLECTION OF REMATERIALISING AND REINNSINUATING THAT WE ARE ALIVE.

YOU ARE ALIVE.

OUR UNIVERSE IS ALIVE.

YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE, AND ITS SHINE.

GO OUT THERE AND SPREAD YOUR LIGHT.

HATIVKA.

לעולם אל תמות, אפילו בידי אלוהים.

As A Jew, I Have No Ancestral Rights To Palestine

"As a Jew, I have no ancestral rights to the land of Palestine. If I got a DNA test, it would show European descent.

To think that a white person would have ancestral ties to Middle Eastern land is absurd and stems from a colonizers mindset."

e_galv

[helianskies]

Ahh can you tell us more about #20?

of course, since you asked so nicely ;)

20. the romance family but the genre is gonna surprise you

to explain the au itself because it is one of my absolute favourites: Romulus is a Classical Archaeologist who juggles active field work and teaching, but his favourite job of all is being a parent to his adoptive sons: Francis, Henrique, Antonio, Lorenzo and Feliciano (these last two being his actual nephews), and the newest addition, Vladimir. all of them are from localities he's worked in, and come from quite rough or sad backgrounds; Romulus strives to make their lives better. with the arrival of Vladimir at the villa in Lazio, however, it might just turn out that Romulus has brought back more than just a new son and some fancy trinkets from his latest archaeological dig.

here's a snippet from what would be the first chapter:

Vladimir was having a nap in the back of the car. Romulus was almost envious. He knew he’d need to turn in early that night in order to properly get himself back in normal working order after being on the road for so long, but how easy that would be, given that he’d been away for two weeks and also had a new son to help settle in, was up for debate. At least he had called Francis ahead of time and asked him to see to dinner for everyone. That would be one less worry on his mind.

Up the final little hill they went together, around the bend into a lone nook at the cusp of the National Park. Romulus’ villa—the home they all shared—sat looking over the valley to the West, a small lake, and the local town. It was a pretty good size, bearing in mind that seven of them would now be living under its roof, filling it, as he hoped, with yet more laughter and warmth. It was all he really wanted—and that was for them, not for himself.

As he pulled up into the drive and shut off the engine, he let out a calm but loud sigh of relief. The time on the dashboard said it had only just gone seven. Home at last.

From behind him, there was some stirring, and Vladimir pulled himself upright with a stifled yawn and a groan, rubbing his eye. He’ll sleep well tonight, Romulus thought to himself, a small smile on his face as he turned to look at the boy.

“We’ve arrived,” he said. “Welcome home, tesorino!”

A vibrancy appeared in the teen’s face, a sort of joy he hadn’t yet seen in him before. Vladimir hurried to open the car door and step out into the mellow warmth of the valley. His smile only grew when he saw the house. Each little detail—from the arches, to the cream shutters, from potted plants, to the flaking paint on the exterior walls—was likely absorbed and committed to memory.

For Romulus, this was always such a precious moment. Six children, four moments like this now, and never did it tire. Everyone was different. But that light in their faces and the glint of hope in their eyes… There was no greater treasure to be found, no matter how much he dug or how far he searched.

He came to Vladimir’s side after getting out of the car and set a hand on his shoulder. The Romanian turned his smile to him and he smiled back, and Vladimir hugged him in a sudden jump, holding on tight. Romulus put a hand to his hair and returned the embrace. This is it, this is how it's meant to be. Now, he told himself, that's one more saved soul.

“Zio, zio!”

Hurried footsteps padded over the tiles of the veranda and Romulus suddenly received a second hug-attack. His youngest nephew (or his son; they were all his sons, really, regardless of blood) was clinging to his leg, bless. Vladimir had been just as surprised by the interruption and had let go to look at the young boy curiously, Feliciano too occupied with hugging the life out of Romulus’ leg to pay it any mind.

From the villa, other footsteps and voices came. It seemed that the entire congregation had appeared to greet them. Lorenzo, his other nephew (son) had quickly joined his brother in hugging Romulus, and the remaining three were waiting a few paces away, perhaps a little wiser than to completely overwhelm him and Vladimir straight away. Grazie a Dio! As such, Francis stood with Henrique and Antonio, all sharing in that mellow, ochre-hued happieness, as having everyone be reunited. (That was, until Francis swung an arm over Antonio’s shoulder, and then Henrique’s, and while the latter tried to push him off and a brief tickle fight ensued, Antonio was laughing at them both.)

Still, it felt… good, to be home. Romulus had no plans to go away or work during the summer while the schools were closed and he could give them more of his time and attention. For now, he would stay with them and enjoy watching them continue to grow. He would make those vital memories with them.

His attention returned to Vladimir, who was still quiet. He was looking at the others—his new siblings—and he seemed nervous. Shy, even. He held onto Romulus’ hand.

“It’s okay,” Romulus assured him. By now, Feliciano and Lorenzo had let go, to his relief, and had returned to their older counterparts (no doubt on request). “This is home, now. And they—” He gestured to the quintet. “—are your brothers. Do you want me to introduce you to them?”

Vladimir hesitated to give a nod, but it came in the end. That small smile was back on his face. Romulus supposed that having people in his life now that he could call his brothers when his own blood brother had gone missing so long ago… Perhaps this would help fill a small hole in his life, even if only a little.

Keeping a hold of the teen’s hand, Romulus led him up towards the veranda, where the others were all standing around having a laugh and a chat. A light cough came from Romulus to regain their attention, and the five of them became all smiles and sunshine (well, nearly all of them; Lorenzo was still learning how to more positively emote, but at least he was making an effort to try and smile).

“Boys, this is Vladimir,” Romulus said to the group. He’d already discussed with them at length who he was over the past few months, shown them photos, reassured them of his character. “He’s had a long journey so let’s not bombard him or be too loud tonight, okay?”

He received an onslaught of nods and ‘occhei’s, and so Romulus started to introduce the five of them to Vladimir.

Francis was the eldest, having just turned eighteen. He was the head of the household when Romulus went away. Then there was Henrique, at seventeen, and his younger brother Antonio, who was sixteen. (Romulus realised in this moment that he would have to explain a few intricacies he perhaps hadn’t thought to mention just yet, relating to how they came to live with him and... other things... but that would be saved for later). The last of the bunch were his nephews: Lorenzo was next in line at thirteen years old, and Feliciano was the mimmo of the family, at only ten. That left Vladimir in the middle at fifteen.

The information was readily processed (and repeated by the new arrival, just to be sure) and, in natural fashion, Vladimir received a keen hug from Feliciano (the resident hug-bug), followed by everyone else—an all-encompassing embrace.

This was acceptance. This was the welcoming with open arms that Romulus had known would be given, that he'd waited over a year to be able to provide, and it was the family and care that Vladimir needed. At last, he told himself, he can be happy.

[chiseler]

Downward Christian Soldiers

Father Charles Coughlin, 1930s

On January 14 1940, the FBI arrested 18 men in New York City accused of plotting the overthrow of the U.S. government. Fourteen were snatched up in their homes in Brooklyn, the others in The Bronx and Queens. Searches yielded more than a dozen Springfield rifles, a shotgun, some handguns, thousands of rounds of ammunition, and the materials for homemade bombs. J. Edgar Hoover said they were plotting a terrorist campaign targeting transportation, power, and communications facilities; their goal was to rouse the military into staging a coup, placing a strong dictator like Hitler or Mussolini in power, and cleansing the country of Jews.  

The men were mostly of German or Irish descent, and ranged in age from 18 to 38. If employed (a few weren’t), they held low-end jobs, including an elevator mechanic, a telephone lineman, a chauffeur, a couple of salesmen, a couple of office clerks. The 18-year-old was a student. Most troubling was the fact that six of them were National Guardsmen.

They were all followers of a Father Coughlin-inspired movement called the Christian Front. In his mid-1930s heyday, Coughlin was arguably the most powerful pro-Fascist voice in America. An Irish Catholic originally from Canada, he had first turned to radio in the 1920s simply as a way to expand his ministry beyond his tiny congregation in Royal Oaks. He had a strong radio voice, and when CBS started syndicating his weekly sermons in 1929 it was an instant success. The crash and start of the Depression politicized him. His condemnations of Wall Street and President Hoover brought him tens of thousands of fan letters a week, and his high praises for Hoover’s opponent FDR surely had an impact on the 1932 elections. Then, when the invitation he craved to sit among President Roosevelt’s circle of advisors didn’t come, he turned bitter as a jilted lover. He began denouncing Roosevelt, his New Deal, his Jew York advisors, and his friends in the labor movement as all facets of an international Jewish-Communist conspiracy to destroy Christianity and democracy. He also praised Franco, Mussolini, and Hitler for defending their people against this spreading evil.

Coughlin’s call for a “Christian Front” to combat the Communists’ mid-1930s Popular Front coalition with other groups on the left resonated with the Depression-driven anger and paranoia of many Americans, especially in cities like Boston and New York with large communities of lower- and lower-middle class Irish Catholics, who tended to be shut out of other right-wing movements precisely because they were Irish and Catholic. At his peak, Coughlin had tens of millions of listeners to his Sunday radio sermons, a million readers of his weekly magazine Social Justice, and received millions of dollars in small donations.

By 1938, rabid anti-Semitism had become the centerpiece of Coughlin’s message. That year, at a Christian Front rally in The Bronx, he allegedly gave the Nazi salute and declared, “When we get through with the Jews in America, they’ll think the treatment they received in Germany was nothing.” In Social Justice he reprinted the anti-Semitic hoax The Protocols of the Elders of Zion, which also topped Henry Ford’s list of favorite reading. In the autumn of 1938, when Coughlin said the Jews had brought Kristallnacht on themselves, radio stations, including WMCA in New York, dropped him. Several thousand Fronters “picketed the station, its advertisers, and Jewish-owned stores throughout the city,” historian Robert A. Rosenbaum writes. “The pickets returned every Sunday afternoon for many months. In the meantime, gangs of Christian Fronters roamed the streets and subways, peddling copies of Social Justice, distributing anti-Semitic leaflets, and orating on street corners, while harassing and assaulting people they took to be Jewish.” The city’s police force, which was nearly two-thirds Irish, turned a blind eye; some number of them were Christian Frontiers themselves.

The Front thrived in parishes in all of New York City’s boroughs. Some of the first Front meetings took place in a church hall near Columbus Circle, and some of the most frequent and well-attended were in The Bronx. In Brooklyn, Father Francis Joseph Healy, the pastor of the St. Joseph’s parish in Prospect Heights, was also the editor of the Brooklyn diocese’s weekly paper, The Tablet, which he made a platform for extremely anti-Communist, pro-Fascist, and pro-Coughlin thought. After Father Healy’s death in 1940, his managing editor Patrick Scanlan continued the paper’s reactionary slant. Scanlan ran Coughlin’s rants on the front page. Healy’s successor at St. Joseph’s, Father Edward Curran, was also a major supporter of Father Coughlin and other pro-Fascist and isolationist groups. During the war in Spain Father Curran wrote dozens of pro-Franco columns for arch-conservative publications around the country.

By 1939 small cells of Fronters in Manhattan and Brooklyn were calling themselves “sports clubs,” though the only sport they practiced was target shooting at rifle ranges. The Guardsmen in the group evidently pilfered the rifles and ammo from their posts, and trained other Frontiers in how to use them. 


Along with the cops and Guardsmen, the Front cells were also peppered with spies. The FBI had informants keeping tabs on them. Two independent investigators would write very successful books in which they claimed to have infiltrated the Front as well, and dozens of other underground hate groups. Richard Rollins’ I Find Treason would be published by William Morrow in 1941; John Roy Carlson’s similar Under Cover would be a runaway bestseller for E. P. Dutton two years later, galloping through 16 printings in its first six months. Both writers used pseudonyms. Carlson was actually Arthur Derounian, an Armenian immigrant. Rollins was apparently Isidore Rothberg, an investigator for Congressman Samuel Dickstein of the House Special Committee on Un-American Activities. Partly because the writers used pseudonyms while naming scores of individuals they claimed were pro-Hitler and pro-Fascist, both books were widely denounced on the right as fabrications and smear campaigns.


Derounian wrote that he was riding the subway one day in 1938 when he picked up a leaflet of “bitterly anti-Semitic quotations” published by something called the Nationalist Press Association on East 116th Street in Italian East Harlem. He decided to research, and found himself exploring a vast underground world of wannabe Hitlers and Mussolinis, society matron super-patriots, racists, Anglophobes, White Russians, and assorted conspiracy theorists and kooks.
 Born in 1909, Derounian had grown up in another world of hate. After struggling to stay alive as Armenians in Greece at a time of chaos and slaughter in the Balkans, his family fled to New York in 1921. Arthur learned English and earned a degree in journalism at NYU in 1926. In 1933 he learned that the turmoil in the Balkans had followed him across the ocean, when the archbishop of New York’s Armenian Orthodox Catholics, while serving Christmas Mass in his Washington Heights church, was stabbed to death by radical Armenian nationalists opposed to his politics.

So when Derounian read that hate sheet on the subway in 1938, he was primed to follow up. The 116th Street address was an old tenement with a barber shop on the ground floor. The Nationalist Press “office” was a dingy back room stacked to the stained ceiling with right-wing books, newspapers and pamphlets. Poking around in the gloom were a few Italian men and Peter Stahrenberg, a tall blond Aryan type “with blunt features and a coarse-lipped, brutal mouth,” who wore a khaki shirt and a black tie with a pearl-studded swastika tie tack. Stahrenberg was the publisher of the National American, a pro-Hitler newspaper whose striking logo was an American Indian giving the Nazi salute before a large swastika. He was also the head of the American National-Socialist Party. Derounian, calling himself George Pagnanelli and expressing interest in the “patriotic movement,” wormed his way into Stahrenberg’s confidence.

As he explored Stahrenberg’s twilight world, Derounian claimed, he found pro-Nazis and pro-Fascists all over New York City, holding meetings and rallies in every borough. It was a topsy-turvy world where street thugs from the city’s poorest neighborhoods mingled with wealthy Park Avenue crackpots, and Irish Catholic Fronters convinced that Communism was an international Jewish plot sat in the same meetings with Protestant zealots convinced that the Vatican was a Jewish front. He met rabidly anti-Communist D.A.R. socialites, and retired military officers who were certain that FDR and the Jew Dealers were leading the nation to ruin. He met the prominent conservative organizer Catherine Curtis, introducing himself as George Pagnanelli; she kept calling him Mr. Pagliacci. He even found black pro-Nazis in Harlem. Some were attracted by Hitler’s anti-Semitism; others simply cheered the idea of a white man making trouble for other whites.

When the Christian Front clique was arraigned in Brooklyn’s federal courthouse in February, they all pleaded not guilty to charges of conspiracy and theft of government property. The lawyer for 12 of them was Leo Healy – Father Healy’s brother. A crowd jeered and booed as they were perp-walked into the courthouse. Winchell and La Guardia both derided them as “bums,” La Guardia adding that if they were the best the enemies of democracy could muster, no one need lose any sleep. But the defendants also had their sympathizers. Father Curran was the keynote speaker at a large rally in Prospect Hall to express support for them.  

Fourteen defendants were left when the trial began in April; one of the original 18 had committed suicide, and charges against three others were dropped. As the trial sputtered along through May, it began to appear that the FBI and prosecutors hadn’t built a very strong case. When the proceedings stumbled to a close on Monday June 24, the jury acquitted nine of the defendants and pronounced themselves hung on the other five.


It was a major embarrassment for Hoover. The Front and their supporters cheered it as a great victory, and would continue to spread hate and violence well into the war years. Through 1942 and 1943 there would be numerous reports in the press of roving gangs of young men, mostly identified as Irish and affiliated with the Front, beating and sometimes even knifing Jews in neighborhoods like Flatbush, Washington Heights and the South Bronx, where Irish and Jewish communities abutted. Many shops, synagogues and cemeteries were vandalized. Jewish leaders pleaded with Mayor La Guardia and Police Commissioner Valentine, but they took little action.

Coughlin would rant on into 1942, when the federal government shut down Social Justice as a seditious publication, and the Archbishop of Detroit finally ordered him to stop all political activity. Father Curran, however, continued undeterred, making anti-Semitic, anti-war speeches to Frontiers and others through the entire war.

by John Strausbaugh

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Zio Upbringings and Kvetchings in the Trumpian era

Zio Upbringings and Kvetchings in the Trumpian era.

I'm an American Jew who has does not suffer from moral wavering. I'm also an American Reform Jew that is neither Kashrut nor Kosher-observant.

My synagogue growing up was located in the the Boston suburbs, nestled amidst Protestant communities and dotted with Jews who somehow landed a port shy of Ellis Island. Attended shul almost exclusively during important Holidays and Hebrew school weekends through Bar-Mitvah.

At the age of 10, I remember the start to the Soviet-armament-supplied multilateral Arab-state war against Israel, a Pearl-Harbor style event lasting three harrowing weeks and almost wiping Israel off the map.

Word spread fast to reach North American Jews some 5,500 miles (8,800 kms) to the west. I remember hearing the tragic news Saturday morning during Yom Kippur services. The attack occupied 100% of the Sermon delivered by our Rabbi, who was known as Moses because he actually looked and spoke like Moses. He worried aloud that this could portend the end of our homeland, but concluded that the spark of Zionism was eternal: something that could never be extinguished by modern would-be colonizers. This thought that resonated deeply inside my soul.

This was thankfully a war that Israel survived, but was also a battle that Golda Meir ultimately lost, as she resigned just 1 month following her Labor Party's 1974 election win. Remember her final words as Israel's leader: "I have reached the end of my road."

My first physical intersection with Israel occurred in my late teens and early 20's, when I visited extensively what was the modern chapter of an 4,000-year old ancient Jewish story. Exploring 1979-1982 Israel meant stints to some obvious places; Jerusalem, Tel-Aviv, Haifa, Jaffa, Tiberius, and Eilat, Sinai (including a climb up/down Mt Sinai), the northern Golan Heights, the donut-hole known as Hebron, and the Dome of the Rock, the Jew's oldest extant relic. This is the place where Abraham is said to submitted to God's request that he sacrifice his son. Strange how this shrine has now submitted to a colonialist Islamic overlord.

Then came the Kibbutz experience, which meant living the communal lifestyle in Lower Galilee, sleeping on cots in the international guest quarters, up at 4:30am transported out to the fields, and picking pears until it got so hot, you felt like you were standing on the side of the sun.

All well worth the effort as the work day ended around lunch, at which point, we ate a lot of hummus and squeezed copious quantities of ruby-red Israeli grapefruits chilling in large stainless steel refrigerators. After lunch, we cooled down in the community pool, and in the evenings, hung with our Israeli contemporaries while listening to Bob Marley or the Doors, and smoking hashish for the first time. These are two experiences that transcended culture. I felt so at home, and even gained a Sabra girlfriend by the name of Rachel רָחֵל‎ (pictured).

In short, what I considered to be a typical Reform Jewish-American upbringing. (Or American-Jewish?)

Fast forward to present political leanings. Raised a JFK-liberal (liberal in its true meaning; rooted in idea-tolerance and acceptance of diverse views).

As a middle-schooler, I recollect being enamored by McGovern, although not sure exactly how or why. We were all indoctrinated into believing Nixon (one of the greatest friends to Israel, not something I had any clue about) was innately evil. Looking back at that period now, my political stylings appear to have been crafted mainly by academia, the news media, and my peers - all who seemed driven by a sanitized, 1980's version of TDS that could have been called: 'Nixon Derangement Syndrome.'

Once legal age, I was a 'de rigeur' Democrat, which thankfully lasted only a few short minutes. Not able to cast a vote in the 1976 election, I remember nonetheless favoring Jimmy Carter, a folksy down-to-earth ex-peanut-farmer who seemed very popular in the state of Massachusetts where I grew up. Carter morphed into nothing less than a clueless and spineless "progressive" who oversaw the dismantling of principled American leadership.

In high school, a few of us in the dormitory got to stay up late every night to watch "The Iran Crisis–America Held Hostage: Day "xxx" (where xxx represented the number of days that Iranians held the occupants of our U.S. Embassy hostage). The only TV in the building was located in the dorm-masters living room. I watched sitting next to my hall-mate Abdullah Hussein, the same person who became the King of Jordan and who sits on the Hashemite apartheid throne today. We had many discussions in which I defended Israel and lauded her accomplishments in defeating Arab imperialism, while Abdullah retorted with accusations of Jewish occupation and bloodlust at Deir Yassin. I did not have enough knowledge of the incident or of earlier examples of Arab genocide (such as the Hebron massacre and other Jewish genocides) to counter-punch effectively.

During my college years, I tended towards Democrat "moral" policies and candidates, until that goofy Georgian came along. At first, I naively admired Carter's straightforward folksy persona. But eventually, the President’s peanut incompetence drove me to #WalkAway from a party-lone Democrat.

I was proud of myself for making an independent decision (pun intended) and have little idea if any of my peers followed suit, but suffice to say, I have voted forcefully against Democrats up and down the ticket pretty much ever since, with a few exceptions. I consider Trump an pragmatic Independent masquerading as a Republican, not dissimilar to Democrat Bloomberg - who as Mayor of NYC masqueraded as a Republican.

Much as my odium for Carter drove me to #Jexit and advocate for Reagan, my contempt for Obama's virulently anti-America values drove me to become a self-assertive 'deplorable.' Between Reagan and Trump, every other voting-booth decision appeared to present itself as largely a Hobson's choice between a lesser of two evils.

Although Trump possesses virtually no tact and represents the antithesis of my personal style, I appreciate the skill and speed with which he accomplishes things, from building tall luxury residential condos -- to creating a global brand, to the refurbishment of Wolman's Rink in Central Park. His support of Israel, unlike his predecessors, is legion, documented, and consistent. Trump not only moved the Embassy to its rightful place, not only installed an incredible Ambassador, not only praises Israel at every turn, he constantly rebukes Israel's enemies (who should be everyone's enemies). I love that Israel renamed the Golan Heights in his honor. It's almost better than getting the Rec Room in the Ft. Lauderdale condo named after someone rich in your extended family.

Today? There's no political party for me. The Democrats are a shrill hodgepodge of looney-tunes and ill-tolerant blabbermouths who are given way too much airtime on CNN and what I now call MSLSD (aka, MSDNC).

In terms of policy, On social issues like marriage equality, I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Liberal. On local/national fiscal issues, I'm a decided Conservative. On international affairs, I'm a Hawk who majored in International Relations while attending Sciences-Po in Paris (an excuse to massively inhale croque-monsieurs) and firmly believe the US had relevant ethical global leadership responsibilities, a mantle given up by Europe. This meant leading from the front, not from behind. My philosophy became characterized by the notion that appeasement of tyrannies led by autocrats or theocrats was a policy doomed to failure, proven again and again throughout every civilization. Appeasement in the face of aggression has led to more death and destruction, and more insecurity, not less.

It's becoming evident, sadly, that history promises to repeat. Why? This seems to happen in a matter of a few generations. Case in point: Millennials (aka snowflakes) who are too far removed from the trauma of warfare to comprehend evil. Millennials steeped and indoctrinated in re-written and falsified academic narratives. Millennials who virtue signal intolerantly through the lens of victimization. The generation that seems to have lost a sense of moral courage and severed any emotional ties to the 'never-forget' tragedies that are meant to not be forgotten.

My thoughts on our homeland:

I'm a devout 2-state (Israel-Jordan) Zionist as per the 1917 Balfour Declaration and affirmed by the 1920 San Remo Conference (attended by Chaim Weizmann). I see Israel as an inherently Jewish state in its DNA, but which is secular in its jurisprudence.

Next year in Jerusalem.

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Vaccini, vaccinazioni, vaccinati Oggi e Ieri

06/05/2021

Svolta storica degli Stati Uniti che hanno deciso di rinunciare alla protezione dei brevetti sui vaccini anti Covid. "Le circostanze sono straordinarie" ha spiegato Biden. 

Il direttore dell’Oms Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus ha parlato di momento monumentale nella lotta contro il Coronavirus: ora anche Paesi in forte difficoltà sia economica che epidemiologica, come India e Brasile, potranno fabbricarsi in casa il siero anti-virus.Per le case farmaceutiche invece nessuna svolta storica!

 Alla richiesta di liberalizzare i brevetti dei vaccini ecco l'ennesima risposta:“No alla sospensione dei brevetti dei vaccini covid, non aumenterà la produzione”Case farmaceutiche contro la sospensione dei brevetti dei vaccini covid. 

Secondo la Federazione internazionale dei produttori e delle associazioni farmaceutiche, la posizione del governo Usa che si schiera per la sospensione temporanea dei brevetti dei vaccini anti-Covid, è "deludente". "Il nostro obiettivo è di garantire che i vaccini Covid-19 siano rapidamente ed equamente condivisi in tutto il mondo. Ma, come abbiamo costantemente affermato, una rinuncia è la risposta semplice ma sbagliata a ciò che è un problema complesso. 

La rinuncia ai brevetti dei vaccini Covid-19 non aumenterà la produzione né fornirà soluzioni pratiche necessarie per combattere questa crisi sanitaria globale" fanno sapere le case farmaceutiche, concludendo: "Il sistema internazionale di proprietà intellettuale ha dato alle aziende la fiducia per impegnarsi in più di 200 accordi di trasferimento tecnologico per espandere la consegna dei vaccini Covid-19 sulla base di partnership senza precedenti tra i produttori di vaccini industrializzati e dei paesi in via di sviluppo. 

L'unico modo per garantire un rapido aumento e un equo accesso ai vaccini a tutti coloro che ne hanno bisogno rimane un dialogo pragmatico e costruttivo con il settore privato".

Un po' di storia per mettere a confronto le scelte delle case farmaceutiche dei nostri giorni a quelle di medici come Bruce Albert Sabin, inventore del vaccino antipolio. 

Il 3 marzo del 1993 moriva a 86 anni all’ospedale della Georgetown University di Washington Bruce Albert Sabin. È diventato famoso anche come “l’uomo della zolletta di zucchero”: era stato infatti lui a ideare il più diffuso vaccino contro la poliomielite che veniva somministrato con una zolletta imbevuta. Il suo nome viene spesso citato in questi giorni per via della pandemia da coronavirus, dell’andamento lento della campagna vaccinale, dei brevetti: chi propone di condividerli e chi dice che è impossibile.“È il mio regalo a tutti i bambini del mondo”, disse invece Sabin che visse una vita piuttosto rocambolesca, spesso drammatica. 

Non ha mai vinto il Premio Nobel per la Medicina ma è finito nel ritornello della canzone del film Mary Poppins con quel “poco di zucchero e la pillola va giù”. Un inno, allegro e inconsapevole, alla sconfitta di un’epidemia tragica.  Sabin era nato nel 1906 nel ghetto di Bialystok, in Polonia, una città parte dell’Impero Russo. Quando aveva 15 anni era partito con la famiglia per gli Stati Uniti. Il padre Jacob era artigiano: aveva deciso di partire per via della crescente ostilità anti-ebraica che si andava diffondendo in Europa. Bruce Albert fin dalla nascita era quasi cieco dall’occhio destro.Con l’appoggio dello zio, divenne un promettente studente di odontoiatria alla New York University. 

Quando però lesse il libro I cacciatori di microbi di Paul de Kruif cambiò idea: non più dentista, ma medicina. Microbiologia, per la precisione: un’epifania. L’aneddotica sulla sua vita racconta che andasse perfino raccogliendo microbi per la città, lì dove capitava: stagni, polvere, cassonetti della spazzatura e via dicendo.Sabin si laureò, divenne capo della ricerca pediatrica, assistente di William Hallock Park, celebre per gli studi sulla difterite. Approfondì quindi lo studio delle malattie infettive: la poliomielite era una piaga in quegli anni. 

La malattia virale aveva paralizzato tra il 1951 e il 1955 oltre 28.000 bambini. Diverse migliaia le vittime. Nel solo 51 negli USA aveva colpito 21.000 persone; in Italia oltre 8.000 nel 1958.La poliomielite colpisce il sistema nervoso centrale e in particolare i neuroni del midollo spinale. Il contagio avviene per via oro-fecale: ingestione di acqua o cibi contaminati o tramite la saliva e le goccioline emesse con i colpi di tosse e gli starnuti da soggetti ammalati o portatori sani. La fascia più a rischio sono i bambini sotto i cinque anni di età. L’1% dei malati sviluppano paralisi, il 5-10% una meningite asettica. Un vaccino annunciato negli Stati Uniti nel 1934 si era rivelato inefficace, anzi letale. 

Il Presidente Franklin Delano Roosvelt il 3 gennaio del 1938, costretto su una sedia a rotelle con una diagnosi di poliomielite – che in seguito sarebbe stata contestata – scrisse un appello sui quotidiani e fondò la National Foundation for Infantile Paralysis allo scopo di raccogliere fondi per la lotta alla malattia. La campagna, alimentata anche da volti noti, fece esplodere l’attenzione sulla poliomielite.Sabin era uno scienziato rigoroso ed intransigente. 

Un’esplosione di contagi a New York lo aveva spinto a studiare la polio, dal 1931 presso l’University of Cincinnati, nello stato dell’Ohio. Il suo primo grande risultato fu capire che non si trattava di un virus respiratorio: ma che vive e si moltiplica nell’intestino. Aveva inaugurato l’epoca degli enterovirus. Ma allo scoppio della II Seconda Guerra Mondiale Sabin partì come ufficiale medico: sbarcò in Sicilia e poi a Okinawa, in Giappone; a Berlino aveva intanto assistito a una terribile epidemia di polio. Quando tornò in America riprese le sue ricerche armando un laboratorio con 10mila topi e 160 scimpanzé. 

Mise a punto così un vaccino che si basava su ceppi indeboliti e che andava somministrato per via orale. Jonas Salk, ricercatore della University of Pittsburgh, aveva realizzato intanto tre vaccini, uno per ogni tipo fondamentale di polio, a partire da virus uccisi e conservati in formalina, che gli USA nel 1952 approvarono. Il farmaco di Salk tuttavia non preveniva il contagio iniziale e veniva somministrato tramite iniezione.A chiamare in causa gli sforzi di Sabin fu l’Unione Sovietica che, con altri Paesi dell’Est europeo, richiese allo scienziato di sperimentare il farmaco sulla sua popolazione. Fu un successo: il primo Paese a produrlo su scala industriale fu la Cecoslovacchia, poi la nativa Polonia, l’Urss stessa, la Repubblica Democratica Tedesca e la Jugoslavia. L’autorizzazione in Italia arrivò nel 1963, dal 1966 il vaccino divenne obbligatorio. In ritardo arrivarono anche gli Stati Uniti.Si vaccinarono milioni di bambini in tutto il mondo. L’ultimo caso negli Usa risale al 1979, in Italia al 1982.

 Sabin divenne molto celebre: ricevette 40 lauree honoris causa, il Premio Feltrinelli, la Medaglia Nazionale per la Scienza. Divenne anche presidente del Weizmann Institute of Science di Rehovot, in Israele, e dopo la pensione continuò a studiare i tumori, il morbillo e la leucemia. “Non dobbiamo morire in maniera troppo miserabile – diceva – La medicina deve impegnarsi perché la gente, arrivata a una certa età, possa coricarsi e morire nel sonno senza soffrire”.

Se dolce come lo zucchero era il suo farmaco, altrettanto non era lui a quanto pare: dai modi spesso burberi, anche per una vita fin dall’infanzia segnata da drammatici sconvolgimenti che, non finirono in età adulta: la sua prima moglie, madre delle figlie Amy Deborah – chiamate come le nipoti uccise dalle SS durante la guerra – si tolse la vita trangugiando barbiturici nel 1966. Eredi dello scienziato vivono in Italia, tra Milano, Biella e Bologna. “Il vaccino di Sabin – si legge sul sito dell’Istituto Superiore di Sanità – somministrato fino ad anni recenti anche in Italia, ha permesso di eradicare la poliomielite in Europa ed è raccomandato dall’Organizzazione mondiale della sanità nella sua campagna di eradicazione della malattia a livello mondiale”.

Se Sabin così spesso viene tirato in causa in questi giorni è per la sua decisione di non brevettare la sua invenzione, rinunciando allo sfruttamento commerciale dell’industria farmaceutica. “Tanti insistevano che brevettassi il vaccino, ma non ho voluto. È il mio regalo a tutti i bambini del mondo”, disse e non guadagnò un dollaro dalla sua scoperta. Donò i ceppi virali all’Urss, superando le gare sull’orlo della Cortina di Ferro, tra Usa e Urss, in piena Guerra Fredda, e continuò a vivere del suo stipendio da professore. 

Molti lo tirano quindi in ballo per la campagna vaccinale, e la penuria di farmaci, contro il coronavirus che avanza a fatica in queste settimane, questi mesi.La questione è argomento di dibattito ormai da mesi. Oxfam ed Emergency hanno scritto un appello al governo per la liberalizzazione dei brevetti “ponendo fine al monopolio delle case farmaceutiche. A cominciare dal vaccino italiano Reithera, in dirittura d’arrivo”. Un brevetto riconosce un monopolio: un’esclusiva di produzione, uso e vendita. Vale di solito 20 anni. 

Questo meccanismo è considerato da molti economisti ed esperti un incentivo per investire nella ricerca. È anche vero però che molte ricerche vengono – e sono state, nel caso specifico – finanziate da ingenti investimenti pubblici.I vaccini sono anche farmaci poco redditizi rispetto a quelli che vengono assunti per una malattia cronica. I governi hanno in effetti la possibilità di sospendere momentaneamente il monopolio, da Risoluzione 58.5 dell’Assemblea Mondiale della Sanità (Ams). Una strada alternativa, come ha ricordato il Post in un lungo e approfondito articolo sulla questione, potrebbe essere una licenza su base volontaria da parte delle aziende farmaceutiche che permetta la produzione ad altre società. 

Il dibattito è comunque molto più complesso di così e si ramifica in tutti i brevetti che possono esserci dentro un solo vaccino, nelle norme per gli stabilimenti industriali, negli accordi e le collaborazioni tra case farmaceutiche (Sanofi e Novartis si occupano dell’imballaggio e del confezionamento dei lotti di Pfizer e BioNTech, per esempio), nelle autorizzazioni in arrivo per altri vaccini.

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Gli Stati Uniti: escursioni attraverso i suoi Canyon e le sue valli!

Oggigiorno, sempre più viaggiatori scelgono sia il turismo d’avventura che l’eco-turismo. Gli Stati Uniti sono una delle mete preferite per questa tendenza e questo è in gran parte dovuto alle grandi dimensioni del paese.

Tra imponenti montagne, boschi e riserve forestali, fiumi maestosi e laghi impressionanti, gli Stati uniti si distinguono per una grande varietà naturale.

Un’altra delle principali attrazioni degli Stati Uniti sono le sue vaste valli e gli impressionanti canyon, caratterizzati da climi aridi e semi-aridi, che si trovano in stati come Arizona e Utah.

Se sei appassionato di paesaggi, natura e turismo d’avventura, e hai deciso di viaggiare nella terra dello zio Sam, ecco alcune informazioni preziose che ti saranno utili prima di accingerti al viaggio.

Viaggiare negli Stati Uniti è sempre più facile. Se vivi in uno dei paesi europei come l’Italia, devi solo fare domanda per un permesso Esta online prima del viaggio.

L’autorizzazione ESTA è fondamentalmente un sistema elettronico che permette l’ingresso negli Stati Uniti. Per questo motivo, richiedere il permesso ESTA non è una perdita di tempo, come molte persone potrebbero pensare.

Due dei migliori itinerari che puoi scegliere in un viaggio negli Stati Uniti, sono il tour attraverso il Grand Canyon nel parco nazionale del Colorado, e il tour guidato nella Monument Valley, entrambi in Arizona.

ll Grand Canyon nel parco nazionale del Colorado, in Arizona

Il Grand Canyon è una delle formazioni geologiche stratigrafiche più famose del mondo. Situato nell’Arizona nord-orientale, questa meraviglia naturale offre viste impressionanti, attività a piedi, e turismo d’avventura.

Il Grand Canyon è costituito da numerose formazioni o canyon, che hanno nomi diversi ma che messi assieme formano questo immenso gioiello della natura.

Il Glen Canyon si trova nel lato settentrionale del complesso. Si estende attorno al lago Powell nello stato dello Utah e sebbene abbia un clima molto arido è assolutamente magnifico.

Ci sono altri due canyon che meritano sicuramente di essere visti: il Canyon de Chelly, e Antelope. Anch’essi hanno paesaggi incredibili e offrono l’opportunità di osservare sulle loro pareti formazioni stratigrafiche di diverse ere geologiche.

Il Canyon de Chelly ha un pavimento roccioso e contiene i resti di un’antica civiltà conosciuta col nome di Anasazi. Questi resti sono costituiti dalle fondamenta di un’antica città trogloditica e da petroglifi sulle pareti del canyon.

Il Canyon Antelope è molto famoso per le sue caratteristiche formazioni di colore rosso. Esse creano un bellissimo paesaggio che merita di essere ammirato e ovviamente fotografato dai turisti.

Verifica anche quali prodotti alimentari puoi portare con te in un volo per gli Stati Uniti.

Monument Valley, Arizona

Insieme al Grand Canyon del Parco nazionale del Colorado, questa è considerata la seconda più famosa attrazione turistica. L’iconico paesaggio desertico di questa regione è stato immortalato numerose volte nei vari film western. È possibile optare per una visita guidata in fuoristrada 4×4 con accompagnatori del posto così da poter vedere in modo diretto le rocce dalle forme più caratteristiche.

Alcune delle rocce più famose e più conosciute situate in questa valle sono “Le tre sorelle”, “L’occhio del sole” e “L’orecchio del vento”. Dal momento che la Monument Valley si trova nella riserva Navajo, potrai anche fare esperienza della loro vita e cultura, incluse le arti e l’artigianato locali, e di uno stile architettonico davvero unico.

Come se non bastasse, dall’altro lato della Monument Valley, è possibile affittare una stanza nell’hotel dove il famoso attore John Wayne alloggiava durante molti dei suoi film, e contemplare l’alba in questa bellissima valle.

Sequoia National Park (California)

Un’altra meraviglia naturale, che il National Geographic ha messo in cima alla classifica dei parchi più belli d’America, è il Sequoia National Park. Si tratta di uno dei due parchi che assieme al Kings Canyon National Park, adiacente ad esso, fa parte del “Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Park”, un’unica area naturale protetta ampia quasi 3.500 km quadrati.

Entrambi i parchi si trovano a sud della Sierra Nevada, nello stato della California.

Il Parco nazionale di Sequoia include al suo interno il Monte Whitney (oltre 4000 metri) il terzo monte più alto degli Stati Uniti, mentre la principale attrazione del parco è la cosiddetta Foresta Gigante, chiamata così perché ospita un gran numero di sequoie giganti, tra cui l’albero più grande del mondo, il “Generale Sherman” (ha un diametro alla base di 10 metri).

Queste sono le principali attrazioni del parco:

Sherman Tree Trail. Un sentiero lastricato di circa 1.5 chilometri che conduce dal parcheggio alla base dell’albero Generale Sherman, attraversando un boschetto di gigantesche sequoie.

Tunnel Log. È una sequoia gigante caduta nel Sequoia National Park. L’albero, che misurava 84 metri di altezza e 6.4 metri di diametro, cadde su una strada del parco nel 1937 per cause naturali. Successivamente, il tronco è stato tagliato ricavando un tunnel largo 2.4 metri e alto 5.2 metri, rendendo di nuovo la strada percorribile.

Tokopah Falls Il sentiero per le cascate di Tokopah inizia in prossimità del Marble Fork Bridge. Si tratta di una facile passeggiata di 2.7 chilometri (solo andata) lungo la Marble Fork del Kaweah River, fino alle imponenti scogliere di roccia e alla cascata del Tokopah Canyon. La cascata di Tokopah ha un’altezza di 365 metri ed è particolarmente spettacolare all’inizio dell’estate.

Crescent Meadow. È un piccolo prato circondato da sequoie nell’area della Foresta Gigante. Questo prato montano della Sierra si trova alla fine del lato occidentale del High Sierra Trail, che va dal Crescent meadow fino al Monte Whitney, attraversando il Great Western Divide.

Moro Rock. È una roccia di granito situata nel centro del parco, in cima al Moro Creek, tra la Foresta Gigante e il Crescent Meadow. Una scalinata di 400 gradini, costruita negli anni ’30, è stata incisa nella roccia, in modo che i visitatori possano salire in cima. La scala è stata inserita nel registro nazionale dei luoghi storici. Dalla roccia si gode una vista su gran parte del parco, incluso il Great Western Divide. Ha un’altezza di 2.050 metri.

Il parco include tre campeggi nella zona pedemontana, e quattro in quella montana. Vi è anche un museo, costruito nel 1928, che offre informazioni sulle sequoie giganti e sulla storia della foresta.

Se hai la possibilità di andare negli Stati Uniti, non perderti queste location perché sono considerate tra le più grandi meraviglie del mondo.

Non sei sicuro di poter fare domanda per l’Esta? Controlla questo elenco esaustivo con le domande più frequenti sui requisiti dell’applicazione ESTA.

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5 Exciting Technologies for 2017 and Beyond

Useful products arising from technology are generally the result of one compelling idea providing clues suggesting the next steps forward. Here are five exciting technologies that, I feel, will have a greater impact on our green industry businesses not just in 2017, but into the foreseeable future, as well.

1. Biological plant health solutions.

In mid-March, the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency registered Zio fungicide for turf and ornamentals. Developed by AgBiome, Zio was developed from the Pseudomonas chlororaphis bacteria. SePRO, which is marketing the product, says it provides preventive and curative activity against a wide range of soil-borne and foliar diseases in both turf and ornamentals.

While biological products for turf or ornamentals have been used in the green industry for decades with varying degrees of success, Zio’s multiple modes of action increase its effectiveness as well as complement other disease control chemistries. Zio, essentially living microbes stabilized in a wettable power formulation, is “commercial-level shelf stable,” SePRO adds.

AgBiome, founded in 2012 by six veteran crop protection specialists, continues to identify and test thousands of microbes via its proprietary Genesis discovery platform. The company, based in Research Park Triangle, North Carolina, has other biological and trait-based products at various stages of development aimed at controlling plant diseases, weeds and pest insects.

Does the release of Zio as a commercial product by SePRO mark the beginning of a new era in the development of biological plant health products? Will other plant health care companies bring similarly innovative biologic or trait-based products to our market? Let’s hope so.

2. Precision-guided landscape equipment.

When I was a youngster, Mr. Nichols, the stern but fair owner of the large vegetable farm I worked on, told me as I climbed from the metal seat of his 1950-ish Allis Chalmers tractor, “Kid, some folks can plow a straight line and some folks can’t.” I got the point.

Thanks to today’s precision-guided farm tractors, straight lines don’t have to be a problem, even for an inexperienced operator. That day seems to be at hand for landscape equipment, too. I’m referring to programmed autonomous steering that Kubota Tractor Corporation, through an alliance with Indianapolis-based Smart Path Systems, is bringing to the market this spring.

Kubota is offering autonomous steering on its mowers, tractors and utility vehicles, a technology to help even experienced operators mow, sweep, spray or plow snow with greater precision. The system relies on dual GPS antennas for sub-inch accuracy, an android tablet interface and live satellite map feeds accessed through a web portal management system. Contractors can assign, track and manage their operators and equipment fleet from one easy-to-use website, says Todd Stucke, Kubota senior vice president, marketing, product support and strategic projects.

Operators have the option of taking predetermined paths created in the web portal management system or record their own path. This allows an operator to replay the exact same route at any time in the future — for plowing snow and sweeping walking trails, spraying along fencerows or cracks and repeated mowing by less-experienced operators.

3. What’s the deal with robotic mowers?

The golf course is the place where robotic mowers are beginning to have their biggest impact. Cub Cadet’s RG3 robotic reel mower for golf course greens was introduced several years ago. Also, John Deere, working with the National Robotics Engineering Center in Pittsburgh, has developed a prototype of a robotic mower that can mow a golf course autonomously, safely and precisely, while sensing and avoiding small obstacles (like golf balls) reliably.

These developments suggest that the development of robotic mowers for large, relatively open industrial and commercial properties may not be that far off.

Read more: The Rise of Robotic Lawn Mowers

But, is a robotic mower for commercial and residential properties available or even near commercial development?

Well, yes and no.

Yes, Husqvarna offers a robotic mowing solution, its Automower, now in its 20th year of development. Husqvarna says its Automower, with 1 million units in use globally, has many practical commercial applications, residential and commercial lawns included.

The Automower system consists of three main parts – the mower, the charging station and boundary wires that are installed around a property (including flower beds, etc.) several inches below the ground. The mower itself is available in several different sizes.

Equipped with anti-theft and safety sensors, the Automower can be programmed to operate any time, even in the rain or at night because it is so quiet. Because it can mow continuously (stopping only to return to its charging station), it cuts just a fraction of the turfgrass at a time, resulting in healthy, attractive lawns, says Husqvarna.

But, no, a robotic solution that landscape contractors embrace that resembles or replaces the zero-turn mowers found on just about every contractor’s trailer doesn’t seem likely anytime soon.

Read more: 7 Small Robotic Mowers for Lawns

4. Battery power updates.

Cruising through the garden shop of my local superstore, I was tempted to open my wallet for what appeared to be an incredible bargain. I saw several corded, electric trimmers and edgers offered at 70 percent off their original price.

Then I reconsidered.

Were the savings enough to justify the hassle of schlepping a long extension cord from my porch or patio every time I used one? Probably not, I decided.

Even at full price, the battery-powered products seemed the better choice.

That’s what’s happening in the consumer market: homeowners are selling their corded electric products at yard sales and replacing them with battery-powered products.

The choice for professional users is different — battery-powered versus gasoline-powered handhelds. While commercial users still overwhelmingly prefer and use gasoline-powered handhelds, battery power is becoming increasingly popular. Advancements in product and battery development (including power) are narrowing the productivity gap to gasoline units. Quieter and with fewer maintenance requirements than comparable gasoline units, battery-powered options will increase as contractors become more familiar with charging them from their service vehicles or trailers.

Read more: Why Sebert Landscape Embraces Battery Power

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5. Is there a drone in your future?

Green industry companies are using drones for marketing purposes and are expected to begin using them for aerial views of worksites, especially related to construction or plant health care in nursery operations, too.

While hobbyists, like myself, comprise the huge majority of small drone enthusiasts, the number of commercial users (including green industry professionals) is starting to take off, thanks to the Federal Aviation Administration simplifying the rules for business use in August 2016.

Earning the Remote Pilot Certification today is much simpler than it was prior to this past August. Now the most challenging hurdle to earning the certification is passing a multichoice test at one of many FAA testing facilities. Passing the test is not a slam-dunk and requires a fair bit of study first, but it’s doable, say folks that have taken it.

If you don’t want to go that route, you can use one of the many drone services companies springing up all over the country.

The FAA this past March estimated the commercial drone fleet will grow tenfold to about 442,000 aircraft by 2021, with the number of pilots of drones expected to increase from 20,000 in 2016 to a range of 10 to 20 times as many by 2021.

Read more: How Drones Could Transform the Landscape Industry

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Expert: People will believe a big lie sooner than a little one, and if you repeat it frequently enough, people will sooner or later believe it. ― Walter C. Langer, The Mind of Adolf Hitler: The Secret Wartime Report, 1972, Basic Books I write a lot about the punishment society, which is the hallmark of American capitalism, both conceptually and in practice. It bears repeating and repeating – ironically the punishers of late are also Zio-Cons, and we get ad nauseam the Jewish holocaust, the Jewish Reparations, the Single Moment in Eradication, but god forbid that we have common sense history about the destruction of native peoples here, the subjugation of Africans, the entire blasted world of moneyed interests slashing and burning entire swaths of mother earth and children of the earth. You listen to the Goldman Sachs thugs in Armani, Jewish or Christian, and listen to the arbiters of slave wages and precarious work, who have set up a false dichotomy of “all the money for millionaires and billionaires, or else the collapse of society, so buyer beware and don’t complain about social services/safety nets being cut, or yammer on about the public commons being yanked away by the almighty corporations, or push this fair wages, equity, and education-housing-healthcare for all agenda, or else — YOU all will see the collapse of any hope YOU all have in making it to even first-base in this competitive world.” This is the warfare carried out daily, for sure, the heavy economic carpet bombing by the chosen ones, by the few, elite, the hedges and Kochs and all the other captains of thievery. The uneven reality of the chosen few holding court over the universe, divvying up the crumbs of their engorgement to the masses, as in 99.99 percent of the world. This elitist mongering of the moneyed class, the all-powerful, those symbols of manhood in Capitalism – the barrel of a gun, the nuclear tip of the proverbial phallic, the supersonic waste of our militaries, or the blubbery sap of fawning over the mercenaries of the land, from SEAL to sweating Green Beret, it is hyper-unreal but hyper-deadly! In this large view, this wide angle take, we have microcosms tied to the belief systems of those underlings and swollen-lipped small-timers who push the punishment daily on the streets, in the stores, in the schools, at airports, on public transportation. It was one of those Skippy days on the Portland light rail, MAX, listening to two great examples of minor league punishment on the small-small little Eichmann scale – a man and a woman, in their forties, heading home after a hard journey into night: parking ticket enforcers. I understand the work and words of the working class, but these two just kept swapping stories of the stupid people (their words) trying to get out of tickets, that is, attempting to thwart the sting of the violations in this punishment society. This is the Eichmann of the Small-fry species, in a nutshell, but the way these two stalwarts of retrograde humanity were depicting violators is emblematic of this country’s “it will not take a village to raise a vibrant and safe village – so let the dog eat the dog world prevail be damned” ethos (sic). Something about the American mindset, in general, that has been raised on high fructose corn syrup and the most perverted TV-Film-Video Game-Live Event shit out there. The very manifestation of sociopathy, but these people believe their very prominence in the community is somehow the glue for our culture. The kicker, though, way beyond the mean-spiritedness of their depictions of poor people freaking out about a $44 ticket or multiple $100 violations, was how they demeaned the tourists and locals who dare ask these uniformed ticket cops for simple directions. These two idiots believe they bear no responsibility in assisting the city (where their salaries originate) with the tourists and locals attempting to find place in a cluttered high rise city. It’s the old adage of putting a badge and uniform on someone, and the little brown-shirt many times comes out, in all its glory of dehumanizing “the other” by believing their very existence in the gravity vortex is somehow very special. Making fun of people looking for directions to the museum or some cool well-known locality, well, that’s classlessness of the crass country we have morphed deeper into. This attitude is carried through to its very high-level and broad-reaching culmination in the hard and wicked rules-regs-fines-taxes-garnishments-limitations-checks-and-balances this pro-pro Capitalist society has built into the unfair system of corporations calling all the shots. We can see it in the blaring light and dank shadows as a parody of this un-Supreme Court follies, with this un-gentleman Utah judge whose goal in life is to protect the collective kleptomania of the corporations and taskmasters of hedge funds and the banksters getting the same-same faux grilling of all the other judges for the highest court of the land. One decision says it all, in life, for sure, and his decision to side with the trucking company that fired the trucker for leaving the trailer to save his own life and not putting other travelers at risk is proof of lack of judgment. But then to believe his own little cold blooded pissed out empathy Gorsuch spewed under the lights of the media — with Saturday Night Live comic-senator grilling him? — justifies his existence as a non-impartial judge. But then again, this addiction to the rule of law, over rule of humanity, well, that’s what we have handed over to this legal system where a Gorsuch can ramrod his interpretation of bloodless and emotionless legal crap, putting  every man/every woman at risk, and under the screws of the felonious corporations. Neil Gorsuch – hmmm. America is all in for the optics, the crudeness of these rotten guys, like Trump, or even some military punk, like Schwarzkopf; collectively we are into the military, into the bombs bursting in air. We are lovers of the men and women in blue, and lustful for the hardware – guns and tanks and civilian control devices and SWAT and Sniper gear. It’s what kiddos gravitate toward, and teens, even girls and women, and then the older infantiles, the men in big pick-up trucks or those in tricked-out Honda Accords. This is the punishment hoard, hoping for some cruising for a bruising war or skirmish or anything to make noise and flatten people – people of color, especially, and those boats of fleeing refugees, ka-boom, ordnance dropped smack on schools and strafing of lifeboats. This is not just the dominion of conservatives, or right-wing wackos. The average liberal hems and haws about just how big of a killer Obama was, and how deeply ingrained the Democratic Party is in the military industrial complex. Colleagues in the social services are actually legitimizing anything that demonizes Russia or Iran or North Korea. And this is a culture of armchair Eichmanns, for sure, just counting the fissures in their own countrymen/women, and waiting to swoop down and attack all social services, all things good and safe in the form of the human/humane welfare system. A picture is worth a thousand words, or in this case, a picture-perfect immigration ban for leading minds from Africa paints a perfect portrait of how fascist and insipid this country is, from election cycle to election cycle, from one rotten president to the next, one new law after another new law: The African Global Economic and Development Summit, a three-day conference at the University of Southern California (USC), typically brings delegations from across Africa to meet with business leaders in the US in an effort to foster partnerships. But this year, every single African citizen who requested a visa was rejected, according to organizer Mary Flowers. This is probably the biggest news of late, never broadcast on major networks, never mouthed by the pundits, and, quickly vanishes into the sludge that is mainstream thinking and journalism, but what does this mean, that 80 leaders from African nations were blocked from coming to the freest (sic) nation (sic) in the world because of this country’s proclivity to not want to know, to witness, or tangle with the real important ideas! The compelling part of all of this is the unknowing, the unholding, the lack of honor, the hold on the minds of the controllers – everyone is enemy, everyone is a set of biometrics to parse up and juggle inside the dungeons of digital prejudice. This is not the first example of bans, travel restrictions, of pushing truth and debate into a prison cell or isolation chamber. This country, UK, Canada, EU, Israel, and a thousand banana republics run by capitalism thugs spewing declarations of independence, they’ve all done bans, for decades, centuries, millennia. Applied not, 2017, in USA, well, no wonder there is confusion running amok in the liberal (sic) class (sic). This is the infatuation of America – how much can we throw up on Facebook, how much can the corporations capture, and how well can the government facilitate the collection services of the profilers? There are great chasms in America, and they are etched through the implosions of capital eating at mother earth, all those rivers of toxins cutting away at the epidermis of the world, exposing the villainy and corruption of the elites and outing the tag-along middlings who are in it for the chance at lottery fame, anything to touch the sagging skin of the Trumps and the Botox glow of their trophy wives! All of this observational tie-in is being unpacked through the wickedness of the world I work in – social worker, homeless advocate, recovery facilitator, and even though the systems I work under are non-profits, the devilish nature of my colleagues’ own version of punishment toward our clients is sometimes shocking. This is the systems of accounting for every fucking dollar spent on a struggling soul, while the interior designers and architects glower over their profits. I run into people in the government bureaucracies, and they are so tied to the fatalism that is fate-determined by their Judaeo-Christian belief systems – professing the work they are doing, the work I do, is predetermined by their master(s) god(s)/Jesus(-es)/all knowing (s). It’s messy, this pre-ordained belief system, as I work with some major cases of people trapped in that trauma no-one on any Breaking Bad set could dream up in their Hollywood nightmarish brains. Fate and angels and afterlife –whew! Americans believe there is an afterlife, heaven, with the all-knowing god all buttoned up and tailgate party ready for believers to continue the hallelujah all-you-can-eat buffet (puns intended), says poll after poll, year after year — 90 percent! And then, more than half of Americans polled (52%) believe in fate — out of our hands, out of our agency! We are talking about women in their forties, survivors of childhood horrors like being pimped out at 12 after six years of constant rape, violence, witnessing of more horrors, booze and pills and meth by the age of 11. Fodder for the punishers, the levelers, the judges, the pundits, the inquisitionists, for sure. Yet, the systems fed by broken safety nets, broken by the people in it for the I Do Not Know paycheck. Horror upon horror, and yet my colleagues sees this all as a great plan for their demon god(s). Plan of the great planner to seed youth at age six with syphilis, seed brains with violence only dreamed up in the corridors of the most wicked people on earth. Yet, our systems of social work only give these damaged one so much time before we turn our back on them, exit them, finish all services. Heroes, in the survivor sense, but outcasts by not only the elites, the Social Darwinist millionaire clubbers, but in many ways outcasts by the very people who should know, care, and advocate. I see the disempowerment of the “normal” barely standing straight a portion of the day facing all these disruptive industries-economies-education plans-ideologies-collective consumerism-on-steroids. I see it in their eyes, in the way they hold their hands; I hear it in their voices – defeated but gasping at the final attack on say, a Donald Trump, confused by the rapidity of the fall (sic). I want to give them the benefit of many a doubt, to be sure. My brethren want no anger, no radicalism, no revolutionary, no mano y mano. Praying for salvation in the other life, the after-pre-life. This is not the teachings of Martin Luther King, Jr., this passivity, this hoping for change in the leaders who control the armament of military-police-finance in their vigilantism of anything dealing with the public good-welfare-safety. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, extreme materialism and militarism are incapable of being conquered. — “Revolution of Values” speech 1967 This is death by a thousand bills, debts, fines, fees, deductions, de-fundings, delays, garnishments, and paying the ferryman for services unrendered. The insanity is not only the perversions of our capitalist world – graduates of the school of inflicting maximum pain. The insanity is in compliance, in our unwillingness to collectively rebel, stand up, walk off, strike, hack, reappropriate, and carry out a massive citizen’s arrest to lay claim to our futures and our great-great-great grandsons and granddaughters’ futures. The insanity is how much we are taking and subjugating our wills to; how far we allow the perpetrators to go into our own heads until we believe suicidal walking is an option; and how willing we are to move closer and closer to the edge of the cliff that capitalism has carved out from which the world to jump off. The insanity is the lack of rebellion, the lack of mouthing off to the controllers and the Little Eichmanns; the insanity is the de-education, the re-education by/for/through the controllers. The real madness is our lack of anger and our collective lack of will to take on the ignorance that is at the heart of consumer-predatory-extractive Capitalism. For those of us who do, we are lone actors, men and women lost of tribe, hitting the horizon at terminal velocity speed. It’s a dance with many devils, a tango with toxins, a self-encased dirge. We have lost tribal truths and human touch. We are wrapped in plastic and steel pushing air-water-land into a permanent fog of pollution, and the greatest of all pollutants — war. That’s one megaton bomb of guilt and awareness to place on one’s shoulders, but is there some other choice? http://clubof.info/